The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying had no intention of losing her composure at such a moment, but her heart, dominated by disappointment, could only use anger to cover up her concern.

"Humph, I can't leave. Why? I not only have hands and feet, I also have a heart. Where's your heart? Was it eaten by a dog?"

Ding Jiaying's voice was not loud, and every word she spoke was spoken with gritted teeth.

"You are a shameless bastard! If you don't want to live a good life with me, why are you pretending to be affectionate and never leave me? If you don't love me, what are you fighting for? You men have hatred and grudges, you fight each other, you cut each other with knives, you shoot each other, you should go to jail if you deserve it, and you should pay with your life if you deserve it. Then what bargaining chip can I use?"

Shen Cong's heart trembled with pain, but his face showed no expression.

"Speak now, didn't you come here because you had something to say? Now you've become a wooden block?"

She spoke with sarcasm, her eyes filled with a pool of collapsing despair.

Shen Cong silently let her vent.

Just yesterday and the day before yesterday, they were still the most perfect soul mates in each other's eyes. Even though there were thorns and imperfections around them, they still planned to walk through their lives hand in hand.

But now, sweet love and care are just icing on the poison.

Love at first sight, love and cherishing each other, these are all pre-written scripts.

Did they fall in love after marriage? Did they have a resonance of souls?

No, there is only surveillance and control, no future.

What awaited her was the cliff he had designed.

What am I? A clown?

Reality is like an irony. When I think about it carefully, I once fantasized about Cinderella meeting the prince and living happily together. I indulged in those confusing illusions.

"I love you, that's not a lie."

Shen Cong's confession was like a director behind the scenes trying to keep his true feelings when his identity was exposed, and it was also a mockery of Ding Jiaying for being so involved in the matter.

Ding Jiaying felt that it didn't matter what he said, but insisting on this one sentence was like playing with her former love in his hand, reminding her of all the shameful things in the past.

"you shut up!"

She was in so much pain, she finally understood why Shen Cong always had a cold face. Because only when the heart is cold and frozen, will you not feel so much pain.

He probably really loved Shen Yunjin, just as she really loved Shen Cong.

How sad.

"Chen Mi or Xin An?" Shen Cong saw Ding Jiaying sitting opposite him, swaying and pale. He wanted to reach out to touch her forehead, but she slapped him away.

She smiled stiffly: "So you were there last night too, chasing me all the way, or did you deliberately let me go all the way?"

Shen Cong did not answer, so Ding Jiaying took over the conversation herself: "Of course it was intentional. It's like a well-fed cat that has caught a mouse. It's interesting to see it run away in panic. Right? It's best to make a last-ditch effort."

"Let her understand that love, hate, gratitude, and tenderness are all just passing clouds and mists, and are all gifts. It all depends on your mood, and whether you can still let a little mercy slip out of your hands."

"no!"

"What else? Are you going to explain your motives now?"

"I don't care what you think. You can't leave me."

Shen Cong seemed to be only able to repeat this request, and his language became extremely poor.

Ding Jiaying found it funny. Why did she insist on such a ridiculous condition? What value did she have now?

She would no longer love blindly, nor would she become a bargaining chip for his enemies to get hurt.

All she wants now is probably freedom.

Shen Cong was more desperate than her. He could agree to all her conditions as long as he could keep her.

"Or, if I die like Shen Yunjin and am buried in the ground, you can come and see me anytime."

"Don't mention her!"

Shen Cong was furious, his eyes bulging with anger.

Ding Jiaying heard the sound of broken glass shards cutting deeper into her flesh. It turned out that she really cared.

very nice.

This kind of pain will remind myself not to look back, not to feel sad, and not to feel regretful.

"You can't bear to leave her, right? When you went abroad, you didn't come back for a long time. Did you go to see her? China is not a good place for her. If she could be buried in a peaceful seaside, that would be her wish, right?"

Ding Jiaying held his hand, but the smile on her face did not reach her eyes.

She was almost impressed with herself for still being able to speak these words logically.

It’s like watching someone else performing.

She raised her head and asked proudly and humbly: "Since you can't bear to give it up, just keep it well and fight for a good reputation of being a chaste woman."

Shen Cong grabbed her hand with his backhand. She struggled, but he squeezed harder.

"pain."

Hearing her cry of pain, Shen Cong resisted the urge to let go.

"Calm down and come back with me."

Calm? Ding Jiaying thought it was ridiculous: "Calm? Do I look uncalm? The one who needs to be calm is Mr. Shen, who rushed into someone else's office and attracted a lot of attention, right?"

She was still struggling, and Shen Cong almost overcame the obstacle in front of him and locked her up.

"The coffee is here." Xiao Mimi knocked on the door and came in, throwing the cup in front of the two of them rudely.

She reached out and forcefully pried Shen Cong's hands apart: "Mr. Shen, it's not decent to behave like this now."

"Let's try the coffee we brewed with great care. I forgot to close the door just now, please forgive me."

Shen Cong turned his head slightly and saw Luo Yan confronting two people from the security department outside the door.

He had chased her today because he was afraid that she would run away without saying goodbye, so he didn't care at all when she resented and hated him and insulted her, and was only thinking about how deeply she was hurt.

Don't push too hard.

Shen Cong and Luo Yan went back first, and Ding Jiaying asked Xiao Mimi to go out as well and not to pay attention to her.

She looked at her distorted face in the mirror alone and saw the despair and sorrow in her eyes, which was unlike her previous self.

She told herself that it was just a man, it was just love, and she couldn't forget herself when she got involved in it.

I just never expected that, without knowing when, this matter would no longer be under my control.

I have lost my heart and my mind, and have been indulging and giving in again and again.

Shen Cong was not the only one who ruined himself. Am I completely innocent and pitiful?

No, it's hateful too!

Even more hateful than Shen Cong!

Xiao Mimi was outside the office trying to calm the troops down, acting as if nothing had happened: "It's just a quarrel, what's there to see? Has no one ever been in a relationship?"

People dispersed and returned to their workstations. But privately, all kinds of speculation grew wildly like weeds in the wind.

Is there any change in the marriage between Mr. Shen and Mr. Ding?

Countless pairs of eyes were watching, and countless pairs of ears were standing up.

The news spread like wildfire and was no longer a secret in the city in just half a day.

Some people treat it as a joke, saying it is just the family affairs of the rich and powerful, what does it have to do with me?

Some people were so concerned that they wished they could stand there and look at the two's expressions in detail.